In some rather pleasant looking ruins, two people are conversing with a minor godSo... Lady Loradove?
"Was there anybody interesting living in the north to warrant more attention than the Epraxians? And does magic get pulled from the gods, or do gods use magic themselves? Or neither? Many apologies for being this ignorant, but one hardly gets to speak to someone such as you every day, yes? Perhaps you have a personal assistant I could badger with questions instead? Somebody you don't like very much, preferably?"
Seanna, determined to get on with it, tries to ask the deity about lady loradove once more.
"Ah yes, lady Loradove. Well-"But once again, they are both interrupted by Nosegay, who is simply overflowing with questions.
"-guess I'll have to answer your questions first, then. There wasn't anyone particularely interesting living in the north, no. It's just that creating blizzards takes a while and I wanted to hang around and see how my yeti was doing. They grow up so fast, you know?
As for magic, well, I can't exactly go spoil that for you now. It's all very muddled and confusing anyhow. I think it doesn't all come form one place, but it's not really my field of expertise.
And this is an excellent suggestion! I shall send one of my assistants with you, for a while at least. TOOH KAHN, GET OVER HERE"Out of the surrounding trees a small, black form comes swooping down and lands on nosegay's new hat. It bends down it head, an inquisitive eye inspecting Nosegay, whose field of vision is obscured by a rather large and colouful beak.
"There, Tooh Kahn will accompany you for a while, and answer any further questions you might have about whatever it is your little brain can come up with. Now, I'm under the impression that the pretty lady wants to ask something about lady Loradove, yes?" In a rural little' farming community, vegetable hell is breaking loose"NOOOO~"
Run while hacking away at attacking vegetables.
Getting assaulted by animated cabbages from all sides, the team jumps into action. The large warrior grip shis axe and [7] sweeps in arc, cleaving thorugh at least 5 cabbages that were about to assault him. The archer [8] in a display of professionalism keeps compeltely calm and lets loose arrow after arrow, nailing at least 4 cabbages to the ground.
Natasha [9+1] dramatically unsheates her cutlass and takes a fencing pose, crying out in challenge. Most of the remaining cabbages divert their attention from the warrior and the archer, instead throwing themselves at the cat woman. The cabbages spin towards her, small yet sharp leaves lashing out. But natasha deftly steps out of the way each time, slicing and dicing and swatting the pesky vegetables out of the air. She even uses her sword as a bat, sending two cabbages hurtling towards the archer's face. When all is said and done, more than two dozen of the things lay ripped to shreds around her, and the remaining cabbages seem to be fleeing into the forest.
On a lonesome roadSearch for people in need of Master Blacksmith Combat Rock Minstrel service. See what else I can do with my instrument.
You start following the road, hoping that you'll come across some place that has need for your particular talents. Along the way, you fiddle a bit with your instrument to see what it's capable of. You find out that by simply focusing on making music, you can make illusions of other players appear. The sounds of other players always seem to come out, but the apparitions require some serious concentration.
Furthermore, the guitar seems to have a very wide range of magical effects it can reproduce, but the more complicated you try to make it the harder it gets. It also seems that you can work the other way around. Instead of focusing on a certain effect and then producing a fitting song, you can also play a song and a fitting effect will come forth from that.
After half a day of travelling, you arrive at some sort of base. The flags of the Empire fly above the gates, and some sort of settlment has been haphazardly build just outside of the fort. You approach the gate and ask the guard on duty about work for a master blacksmith combat rock minstrel.
"Eh? I'm...not sure in your case. The blacksmith here can always use help designing weapons and engines of war for the empire. But...combat rock minstrel, you say? Those entertainers in that camp outside of the walls are having some sort of contest. Battle of the bards, I think they call it "
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